It has been five years since then, and the twenty-one-year-old Sasuke is sitting alone on the Hokage Rock, next to a plate of three-color meatballs that still exudes the slightest fragrance. The black hair clings to the fair cheeks. He is a beautiful child, but he has become so handsome in five years. The wind blew past the back of his head, and a few strands of unruly black hair and his sleeves were slowly fluttering in the wind. His dark eyes were looking at the sky lightly from beginning to end. Only occasionally taking a bite of sweet meatballs would a wry smile appear at the corner of his mouth.
He said that since Sasuke came from a famous family, he must find a famous lady to be worthy of him.
He said that Sasuke was only twenty-one years old and a young man, so he was not in a hurry to find a girlfriend.
Said that Sasuke was too demanding and no girl could catch his eye.
Naruto, standing under the Hokage Rock, sighed, Sasuke has been like this for five years. There is an endless stream of people who talk about Sasuke behind his back and matchmakers for Sasuke. Only Naruto and the others know that Sasuke just can't let go of [that person] in his heart... And can no longer tolerate anyone else...